It is a pleasure to see how the late sun strokes the mountain range with colors.
I wonder how many of us get confused while we are busy doing a post, or is it only me? I carefully select the photo numbers that I want to appear in the post, and according to me it is correct, but then when I do a check again prior to submitting, I find that 1 or 2 photos are missing from the lineup. What? Where? Who stole the photos? Sheer confusion reigns. Even when I go through the list of numbers again, it appears correct, and what I
do then is to simply submit the post and hope for the best.
Now don't laugh, as at times I can enter a photo several times in the lineup, and when I check I have to delete the copies. The thing is that I am also busy with other things at the same time, and that's why I can spend a long time to construct a post. Okay, enough of my fumbles, and let me rather talk about the sunset coloring the mountains. I will show you an early shot of the mountains, and then all of the other shots are of the colors.
This shot below was how the day started.
A similar shot at sunset.
Wonderful to just stand and to watch the display of colors across the mountain peaks, and as I stare across the peaks of this old mountain range, many thoughts flow through my mind in tandem with the flow of the clouds. Serenity beckons when I calmly think how short our human lives are, in comparison with the age of the mountains.
The next 3 shots will show you how the clouds crawled over the mountain peaks.
Finally, the colors started to fade.
Yeah, I know that the mountains are constructed with so much stronger materials than our human bodies, and therefore there is no comparison between rocks and flesh, but it only emphasises the thought about how frail our human bodies are. Very few of us will age to a hundred years, and one simply cannot compare it with the millions of years that these mountains exist. Yet, the mountains teach us how to live our lives. To build rather on rock instead of sand is one message that it reminds me of.
To stand rock solid in life and to realise that we will not live forever, even though the scientists are forever looking for ways on how to stretch our human years. I can tell you right now that I definitely don't plan to live to the age of 100 years, as even now my body is slowly deteriorating. I stare in wonder at the little kids jumping around, and in my foggy mind I remember that I was also once, many moons ago, a little kid jumping around. So, all those little kids will one day feel like this.
Such is life.
I hope you enjoyed the pictures and the story.
Photos and words by Zac Smith. No AI and no Photoshop. All-Rights-Reserved.
Camera: Canon PowershotSX70HS Bridge camera.
Until next time, shalom